Random Thoughts of a Madman

Random Thoughts of a Madman


The smile on my face

Is nothing more than a facade

A painting for you to see 

A way for my feelings to hide


The laughter in my life 

Is nothing more than a mirage 

From a desert filled with sand

 In my mind it keeps me alive


I’ve traveled through this life

With nothing more to say

Than a joke along the way

So you think that I am happy

And alive 


But if you look inside 

You’ll see all the times I cried

The loneliness that just won’t subside. 

The feelings I won’t share

the anger of my heart

And the part of me that’s already died. 

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